Chapter 235: Chapter 235: 235: The King's Return (32)

Sheng Ting had not expected that just by saying one word, he would be blocked by Chuzheng.

Doesn’t she care about Jiang Ye at all?

Sheng Ting really couldn’t understand.

Buzz—

The phone vibrated once.

Sheng Ting immediately took out his phone to look.

A text message from an unfamiliar number.

—”Your Zhuang Yi, one hour, Saint An Bridge, or collect a corpse after that.”

With just a short sentence, the time, place, and event were all made clear.

Sheng Ting frowned, then called Zhuang Yi. Zhuang Yi picked up, but all he could hear was the sound of running water and wind.

Jiang Ye wasn’t with him at all; what would he trade with?

The hand holding Sheng Ting’s phone was bulging with veins.

Sheng Chuzheng…

You really surprise me every time!

Sheng Ting put away his phone: “Take people to Saint An Bridge.”

Saint An Bridge hadn’t opened to traffic yet, but construction was nearly complete; people could walk on it, but cars couldn’t.

Sheng Ting got out of the car and walked onto Saint An Bridge.

“Brother Ting… save me… save me…”

A weak voice was carried over by the blizzard.

Sheng Ting saw a figure hanging from the Saint An Bridge, swaying in the wind and snow, looking very dangerous.

Sheng Ting ran over with his men.

“Brother Ting… Brother Ting…”

Zhuang Yi’s voice was hoarse from crying, calling him with a tremble.

Sheng Ting’s people immediately climbed up to rescue Zhuang Yi.

Sheng Ting didn’t see anyone nearby, he looked down at his phone, tried to send a text message, but was notified that the message failed to send…

Sheng Ting’s face was grim.

She knew Jiang Ye wasn’t with him…

“Brother Ting, we can’t reach her.” The people above shouted.

Zhuang Yi was hanging too high, and it was unclear how she was tied up there.

“Brother Ting, the rope… The rope looks like it’s going to break!!” someone noticed that due to the swaying, the rope was fraying and if it kept up, Zhuang Yi would definitely fall.

“Figure something out!” Sheng Ting bellowed angrily: “Get her down for me!”

Before his people could get her down, police cars had already surrounded Saint An Bridge tight.

Someone reported seeing a dirty deal taking place on Saint An Bridge.

Being who he was, Sheng Ting always had a file on record.

With Zhuang Yi still hanging from the bridge, Sheng Ting could only be taken to the station.

Zhuang Yi cried out that it was Chuzheng who had tied her to the bridge and that it had nothing to do with Sheng Ting.

“Why is Sheng Chuzheng being dragged into this again?” the person in charge of the case muttered to himself.

“Who is Sheng Chuzheng?” someone unaware and curious asked.

“Huh, you might not know, but you’ve heard of Sheng Min, right?”

The person across nodded; of course, they had heard of Sheng Min, but wasn’t Sheng Min missing?

“The daughter of Sheng Min, recently she’s caused quite a few troubles, but we have no evidence, and all her belongings were even reported and confiscated. That biggest smuggling case recently, they say it was her goods too.”

“Right, that one, wasn’t it all reported?”

“Exactly, she reported it herself.”

No one knew what she was up to.

They all knew about the trades she made, but they had no evidence and couldn’t arrest her.

Moreover, she would report herself and turn in the goods to the state.

All those goods were bought with real money!

How were they supposed to deal with this?

“But… why?”

“Why? We’d like to know why too, probably because… she has too much money to burn.”

After all, the Sheng family had been linked to the criminal underworld for generations.

How deep their roots really were, they weren’t quite clear themselves.

The investigator worried: “Call Sheng Chuzheng in for questioning.”

Chuzheng arrived neither hurried nor slow and, when faced with questioning, her answers were just three — no, nothing, any evidence?

She had blindfolded Zhuang Yi when tying her up.

Zhuang Yi didn’t clearly see who had tied her up.

The message sent to Sheng Ting was from a burner phone, so it couldn’t be traced back to Chuzheng either.

Chuzheng left the police station unscathed and nonchalant.

Sheng Ting could only watch with wide eyes as Chuzheng left.

She looked back as she walked out.

The gaze that came her way was icy and dangerous, like a Fierce Beast lurking in the snow, sending chills down one’s spine.

Sheng Ting unconsciously took a step back.

It was only after Chuzheng turned her head away and disappeared around the corner that Sheng Ting seemed to snap back to reality.

That wasn’t Sheng Chuzheng.

Only at that moment did such a thought occur to Sheng Ting.

His Zhenzhen wasn’t like this!

–

Chuzheng returned to the manor, the warmth driving away the chill that the snow had brought with it.

Gao Ping didn’t know what his miss had been out doing so late, and draped a garment over her as he made her some ginger tea to warm her stomach.

Chuzheng finished the ginger tea and went upstairs.

Just as she entered the room, she was embraced from behind.

Chuzheng recognized Jiang Ye’s scent.

“Where have you been?”

“Just some errands,” Chuzheng didn’t want to explain too much, knowing that Jiang Ye was aware of her habits and wouldn’t ask further.

Jiang Ye had changed into pajamas, the soft silk fabric very smooth, and the thin material felt almost like wearing nothing when touched.

“Your hands are so cold?” Jiang Ye covered Chuzheng’s hands, tucking them directly into his embrace.

Chuzheng’s fingertips touched Jiang Ye’s skin, the icy chill of her fingertips contrasting sharply with his scorching skin.

“I’m not cold.” Chuzheng pulled her hand away and bundled him into bed, pressing him under the covers: “Time to sleep.”

“What about you?”

“Showering.”

Jiang Ye sat up, his eyes smiling suggestively, “Let me join you.”

Chuzheng stated plainly, “You’ve already taken a shower.”

“…” Didn’t he understand his hint? Jiang Ye took a deep breath, “Take another one with me.”

“Too many showers aren’t good for you,” Chuzheng refused, pushing him back down, “Don’t move around, lie still.”

In the end, Jiang Ye didn’t manage to take a shower with Chuzheng.

He tossed and turned in bed.

By the time Chuzheng came out, he had wrung the whole bed into a mess.

Chuzheng: “…”

Does the Good Person Card have hyperactivity disorder?

As Chuzheng lay down, Jiang Ye moved closer, his suggestive breath whispering by Chuzheng’s ear, “Wifey, I was thinking…”

“It’s late, time to sleep.” Chuzheng pulled down his hand, “Next time.”

Jiang Ye: “…”

He had finally returned!!

Jiang Ye turned over to lie down; Chuzheng hugged him from behind but didn’t intend to coddle him.

Jiang Ye puffed his cheeks, his beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of helplessness. He turned over to embrace Chuzheng, not having the heart to be angry.

The next day Chuzheng woke up to find that Jiang Ye had already gone.

Did the little guy know she was planning to ground him? He was running away faster each time…

But now, it was more urgent to deal with that dog, Sheng Ting.

Before he messed with her Good Person Card.

This time he’d deceived her by using the time Jiang Ye couldn’t be contacted.

Next time, he might actually go as far as to kidnap Jiang Ye.

That was her Good Person Card!

“Miss Sheng, what do you need me for?”

Qi Feng’s voice clearly carried a note of caution.

Chuzheng seeking him out definitely meant no good.

He absolutely couldn’t, for the sake of money, do anything again that would violate his professional ethics!

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“Interested in a chat?”

“… Now?” Qi Feng thought about how to refuse Chuzheng.

“Yes.”

“I’m abroad, Miss Sheng. I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”

“I’ll send someone to pick you up.”

“…”

It wasn’t until Qi Feng saw the people that he realized the extent of the ‘pick up’ Chuzheng had arranged.

Anyone unaware would have thought he was some high-ranking official from another country.